Cat-Nip In The Breeze

In the first hours of rejoicing

my declaration - my crooked rainbow independence,

recovering my lost rite of passage

into a world of ravenous guided missiles

and pink-hot cups of my mojo, recovered

from a marriage of high school conviences with

an entrapment

of a disguised libra female genius...

 

in my realization, i braved

saturday night - out (like a halogen light)

into the cabaret romps of the caddy

and coy cadence of Hillcrest boys; into the extravagent loud,

colorful clubs

to let out my identities: Mr. Bojangles

and Ben Vereen / in my feet

light as Jordan-aire leaps

but my stomach is lead-heavy, nervous as hell

as if, at sixteen, losing my virginity

to Cheryl Latrelle, the southern belle...

 

beads of excitability, crystal balls,

dapples my forehead - foretelling,

this would be, could be / will be / a night to remember,

placed in the anals (hopefully) of history

stories over coffee to retell...

 

I have always dressed myself well

a leo's minimalist fashion with sensuality hidden beneathe

an esthetic eye's gay sensabilities

consider

myself fair if not exotic

in looks (some I receive in double-takes)

half-breed refined and street-worldly

hung with a quickness in the hips...

 

Once desired to dance a Fosse-sharp life

but destiny has cobbled that path,

forked with surprise after Februrary-Surprise, even

took me on a naval three-year tour, ship wreck

and scorpion in a blonde perplexity

submissive (i was)

in the silence of a matrimonial drive-thru (Vegas style)

makes for convience / quick-fixin' ideas

with taped-tongued-ceremony

in hundred degree neon melting heat...

 

But now

in a spurt of backbone

and wit-ful of spit / hacking / teeth / exhalation

of my lungs in sweetest rhapsody-release

from a closet encased prison-like respite

was once always

accommodating everyone else

but my shy feline-boy in blue / with ink-blots of pink

now can climb

the edges with tight-rope-walker ease

claw at scratch-posts of daily dairy

double-troubles / if just myself

to please, tread with lithe confidence in the crevices

(like a prospector reinspects his mines)

of alley while i learn to see in the dark,

lick myself silly / clean coat of my shine

tonight

may be a practice run

number one of many to come

should fate and starlight fall on me

 

arrived with gifts of meow-momentous kisses,

purr inside siamese

or persian abiguity

Sexy

 in my stealth

sexual in these steps / tap dance / jazz hands - feet...

i would not deny him passage or a place,

no fee for his tiger stripling

ingenuity in panther-panzer pirates' kitten-playful

scenes

wrought with yarns of yearning

unravelling as we pounce

each tumble a lesson for my balance,

each entry profound...

 

complexity is a puzzle that the mind connects

with experience,

is only troubled if we

(of it) reject, in respect

to my eight lives left, tonight

it is me~(ow) I will please

and no other...smells like cat-nip in the breeze,

may have to call the police

or firemen in red skin hotness / come release

me

from my

ow

ouch - distressing atop a redwood tree,

just turning another raw new leaf

inhaling

cat-nip in the breeze...

Reviews

[shadadakiya]

wow that was wild very great work i raised two cat's they would talk to me i could hear cat words lol,that was cool